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[But nope. Coco wasn't alone. Tonight, there was another soul out there amidst the darkness who so desperately wanted sleep. Only he couldn't. Oh no, not when you're a scorned scientist hell-bent on the destruction of those who laughed at you, opposed you, even thwarted your plans in doing so for years on end. And when you have a deadline to meet way overdue from three months ago, tonight like any other night since then, was like a living hell. Tonight, time seemed to stand still for one despondent man. The nefarious Dr. Neo Cortex. He was moping over a bundle of blue prints to which were from too many of his spoiled schemes in his kitchen deep within the cold walls of Cortex Castle. From his first machine, to the most diabolical vehicle he had to date, all of them had failed. And yet he couldn't understand it. Why? How? They were brilliant, all of them. Why, he had made them himself, surely nothing should have gone wrong. They were flawless, and un-destructible and through experiment and testing he had achieved in bringing out the best of their potential. Until the very last second, the moment of truth. Just as his plans for global Armageddon would teeter over the very top of becoming a reality, miserable luck would bring that bumbling Crash Bandicoot hurtling from around the corner and in no time, smash through his latest invention with no sweat and probably even stay and watch the aftermath just to spite the Doctor.
Life just wasn't fair. Cortex scrunched his eyes up and shook his head at the blue print lying on top of all the others. It had been the blue print to his beloved 'Neon Ray', his latest and probably last most diabolical weapon. It was just like its predecessors. It was all planned out, sound, the most powerful of them all, and it was ready. And just like he eventually predicted, it had suffered the same fate. It just wasn't meant to be.
Then he would receive punishment from his lord and master: The Great Uka Uka. The great being he was the boss of all the baddies, the one who held the sceptre and bellowed the 'real' orders. Cortex would get 'blamed' even for his minions' mistakes and ordered to try harder. And he did, year after year. So it was no different when his latest machine went up in flames, as usual he would regretfully report his failure to his lord. Then he would move on to plan no. 184736. Only, there wasn't another plan. Cortex let out a low-spirited sigh and slumped against the back of his crooked armchair. He rubbed his forehead with his right hand whilst the other held what was his fifth mug of coffee, which he always drank to get him through the long nights. He took a sip, and made a grimace. That dopey assistant of his N.Gin made it too strong again. He placed the mug firmly back onto the table and then picked up a pencil, tapping its rubber end sharply against the kitchen desk. Nothing could possibly explain what was stirring through this perturbed man's head. He couldn't help it. And he hated it. He was supposed to be thinking of something new, more deathly, more destructive and original. Something nobody would expect. Now all he could think about was Crash's triumphant grin burning deeply into his brain, and of the wretched bandicoot's sister and friends who never faltered in assisting their hero every time whilst his own minions failed and fell around him.
He clenched both his fists. All was becoming too much, no way to stop the brain talking. In sheer desperation Cortex snapped the pencil, his only outlet for anger. If only Crash were here, he was sure he could strangle him with his bare hands. He could scream only he'd only wake up the rest of the castle, and right now he just couldn't be bothered with all the fuss. He just had to accept his failures and think ahead for the next time. But he just couldn't. There was nothing left, no ideas, not even a hint of imagination. And it was torture, sheer torment. After spending twelve hours without talking or shouting at someone, at least to let off some steam. It was almost becoming downright unbearable. Feeling helpless he let himself slump his head back and let out a long melancholy sigh.
After a little moment of silence, he looked sorrowfully out towards the window, into the night.]
Cortex: It's finally happened. I've finally lost my many ways into taking down those infernal rodents.
(And as he speaks, Tiny Tiger is nipping quietly into the room. It seems the doctor isn't the only person up tonight. Although the look on Tiny's face wasn't that of grief, instead, this ferocious, pea-brained, bandicoot- munching kitty that was once an intelligent young anthro tiger seemed quite happy to walk obliviously through Cortex's working space clothed tightly in his 'Percy Platypus' jimmy jams and puffy nightcap that kept him snug in the night like a baby. It wasn't until the Doctor let out a disgruntled 'ahem' at this intrusion, and alert Tiny who stopped in his tracks and began to look around anxiously.)
Tiny: Where funny gritty noise coming from?
(As he turns around he notices Cortex still leant back on his chair none too pleased, and with his arms folded.)
Tiny: (Unfazed by Cortex's stare) oh, hello master Cortex. Sorry. At first Tiny thought castle was settling. (After a pause) Ay, why not master in bed like other minions?
Cortex: Because, your master is thinking! Unlike some. Anyway why aren't you in your bed?
Tiny: Tiny thirsty!
(He ambles over to the fridge)
Cortex: Well hurry up, thanks to you I'm wasting precious time.
Tiny: (Sincerely) Tiny sorry.
Cortex: Well at least you get to rest don't you? Do you have any idea how I keep this castle running? Spending hours up all night working out my plans for world domination. (He sneers) And for that bandicoot's demise. Ooooh. That would be the greatest paycheck of all. Imagine, my greatest enemy dangling on the end of his pitiful rope. Begging for his life, squirming helplessly as I cut away his only life support.
Tiny: (peeks his head out holding a milk carton from the fridge) But master. Tiny not hear of new plan for months. What is new plan?
(The Doctor looks away ashamedly and sinks back into his chair. That question couldn't have been any more damning.)
Cortex: There is no new plan Tiny. That's why you haven't heard of anything. (He groans and rubs his temples) Oh what am I doing wrong?
Tiny: Is master Cortex not feeling well?
(He slams the fridge door shut with his foot and starts to pull the carton open, with great difficulty. Cortex just stares wistfully out of the window once again.)
Cortex: Just feeling a little set back, I can assure you. I could have created hundreds of things for Uka Uka by now. But how can I make time for it since I decreed war on that insipid rodent and his sister? Day and night, for four long years I've had to think of a way to prevent the Bandicoot from sidetracking me from my goal. To think, he was my second creation. I gave him strength, enhanced his natural skills, and promised him ultimate power and the chance to become my first major general in my war against the main land. And he turned it down. To become: The 'Hero'. He has no idea that if it wasn't for me, he would never have benefited for the being that he is today. Most of the creatures I handled were helpless, pathetic. No trace of intellect in their tiny skulls. I changed that with the aid of my glorious evolvo-ray. But I guess I should have known intelligence would eventually lead to freewill. Now it seems I'm stuck with the dumb ones, which is a pity because you were once a bright young creature Tiny. Before I got a hold of you, you had a healthy spirit, and above all you were headstrong. But the most important thing was that I didn't find it hard to persuade you at all. In fact you were quite willing to betray your fellow rebel friends at Nitrus Brio's base, and join my forces. How ironic then, that instead of boosting your intellect like the vortex with the steroids I gave you to increase your strength and knowledge, they in fact diminished almost every cell in your brain. You're just hired muscle now. Just like the rest of them.
Tiny: Yes! Tiny strong!
(He proceeds to pry open the milk carton with his teeth now.)
Cortex: Crash, and all those other ungrateful beasts have a lot to thank me for. If I had only found a way to take back free will from my creations I would surely be living a different life compared to this hell. (He turns himself back in towards his table, to his blueprints, his failure.) Now all I have to look forward to is that same sinking feeling I'll get when that walking disaster comes trouncing round the corner. With his sister, who must assume she's cleverer than me, and have the gall to suck every ounce of artificial intelligence stored into my Rays and machines, thus ruining all my hard work!
(He slams a fist hard on to the table, scattering some of the blue prints everywhere. Tiny upon hearing the thud jumps and immediately hides the carton behind his back.)
Tiny: Tiny is listening. Honest master. Tiny not paying too much attention in opening stupid milk box.
(Cortex lets out a faint sigh and covers his lowered eyes with his hand.)
Cortex: I fear I have finally gone stale. I'm out of gas.
Tiny: But Cortex, we run on electric.
Cortex: No Tiny, that's not what I mean.
Tiny: Ohhh, Cortex need Tiny to help fix broken down car?
Cortex: Ugh, No Tiny! I mean that I've been having a hard time, with everything. And I need. 'Something'. 'Anything'.
Tiny: Oh, ok.
(There is a small pause. He then spreads his arms out open, carton in one hand.)
Tiny: Does master Cortex need hug?
(Cortex immediately shoots up from the table in a torrent of rage.)
Cortex: No you imbecilic pussycat! Have you not been listening this whole time?? What I truly NEED is a more convincing, conniving plan to lure those decrepit furballs to their fate so I can carry on! To rid them of existence and from therefore spoiling anymore of my plans!! (To himself) There just has to be someway, surely a way in which I haven't tried before.
(He doesn't realise Tiny has resumed wrestling with the carton. He begins pacing behind his desk.)
Cortex: A way, a certain way in which, I can get around the problem. A backdoor if you will. And a plan, of taking as much information from the coots away instead of always, having it 'taken'. A plan, where even if the Bandicoots find out, cannot stop.
Tiny: Milk box won't open for Tiny.
(With a grunt, Tiny finally breaks the seal open in a his tremendous strength. In a whoosh all of the contents flail wildly over himself, the table, the blueprints, and on the Doctor himself who merely stops in his tracks, soaked all the way through (It was a big carton of milk!), and staring bleakly at the tiger as if, knowing his terrible luck that was going to happen.)
Cortex: Thank you Tiny. As usual your reputation precedes you. Not only am I out of ideas, de-graded by my boss, out of work, and my documents spoiled. I'm also going to smell like sour cream.
(The hulking tiger blushes, saturated in milk, and as guilty as heck.)
Tiny: Oopsies. Tiny don't know own strength.
Cortex: Oh that's ok, because you don't know anything. (Rises from the table still soaking) And neither does your minion friends. Like I mentioned before, I have to keep hold of all the dim-witted fools. But the smarter ones? Oh no, they have to get away from me, every time! (He grips his saturated cloak firmly with controlled rage) That Crash Bandicoot, his goody-goody friends, and his know-it-all sister! Oh how I hate what she did to my beloved machines.
Tiny: Dr Cortex need to rest.
Cortex: (sharply) I don't need to rest and I don't want any more suggestions from you! What I need to do is to find out some way of getting all that I lost, back! I want revenge! I want to get my own back on them. I need to think! Even if it means thinking like a Bandicoot!
Tiny: You want to think like a ban-di-coot? Like the she-ban-di-coot?
Cortex: (looks up) Yes, if I can think like the enemy I could spot their- (A pause) To think like the 'she' bandicoot? Coco Bandicoot?
Tiny: I dunno. (Chuckles like a moron) I forgot what I just said.
Cortex: You said Coco Bandicoot, the brains of Crash's do-goody team!
Tiny: Ooh, Coco very brainy!
(Cortex narrows his eyes. He begins to ponder back and forth once again.)
Cortex: Well of course she is! Like I stated before she's the brainiest of the duo. What with all those gadgets she uses to invade my database whilst her brother distracts me with his muscle-bound antics. The little jerk.
(He sits back down deep in thought. Tiny, being the cat that he is rolls up his sleeves and licks off some milk still seeping into the fur on his arms.)
Tiny: Mmmm, milk good.
Cortex: That pink thing I've always seen her with. That laptop. She carries that around with her everywhere. Surely that's where she gets all her information, her knowledge. That's how she and her brother are always one step ahead of me.
(Tiny lets out a belch, clearly not listening. He blushes like an infant and holds his mouth.)
Tiny: 'Scusies.
Cortex: A laptop could contain anything. From bios, graphs, charts, strategies, diaries to personal information. Imagine if I got a hold of hers. I bet I would get everything I need to know about those two. (Chuckles to himself) Think like Coco Bandicoot. If I was probably her I'd- (Stands up) That's it! (He begins to walk around in a hurry, picking up his cluttered papers from everywhere) Tiny! Stop bathing yourself and get up off your behind.
Tiny: Does Tiny have to get up? Tiny starting to stink of cheese.
Cortex: Yes, well listen up. I believe I may have just found the perfect way into snaring those Bandicoots for the final time.
Tiny: Tiny listening.
Cortex: I want you and Komodo Joe to meet me at my quarters straight away at the stroke of dawn. The earlier the better
Tiny: But master, it nearly dawn already.
Cortex: Well then thank the stars I found a plan at last. Plus I don't have to wait too long.
Tiny: Ah huh. Wait for what?
Cortex: Tomorrow morning, I want you and Komodo Joe to pay a certain young girl a little visit.
Tiny: Huh? What Tiny do then master Cortex?
Cortex: (grins evilly) Do what you do best by your own manners of persuasion to bring her here. They'll be a lot of fuss surely, but don't stop for anyone or anything.
Tiny: (thinking this through slowly) Yah.
Cortex: Her brother will obviously come to her rescue. Only he won't be able to do anything. (Chuckles with relish) Just imagine, all her knowledge being used as a weapon against him. I'll get all my lost data back! And considering she can't be there to help him this time, I bet he'd feel... rather lost without her.
(He cackles loudly, unable to hold in the excitement.)
Tiny: Uh, Tiny still thinking of what you said last.
Cortex: You'll hear of the rest when you see me in the morning. Now if you'll excuse me (he picks up all the papers and makes his way to the door) I must go and think of this very carefully. I can't afford any more flaws, not like last time. (Smiles) Good night Tiny, I'm sure you were a real 'gem' to talk to.
(Still scoffing quietly to himself, he opens the door to exit, which creaks alerting Tiny of his departure.)
Tiny: Oh, is master going out to get some milk too? Tiny need it for breakfast cereal tomorrow morning. (The door slams shut).Uh, nevermind.
[But nope. Coco wasn't alone. Tonight, there was another soul out there amidst the darkness who so desperately wanted sleep. Only he couldn't. Oh no, not when you're a scorned scientist hell-bent on the destruction of those who laughed at you, opposed you, even thwarted your plans in doing so for years on end. And when you have a deadline to meet way overdue from three months ago, tonight like any other night since then, was like a living hell. Tonight, time seemed to stand still for one despondent man. The nefarious Dr. Neo Cortex. He was moping over a bundle of blue prints to which were from too many of his spoiled schemes in his kitchen deep within the cold walls of Cortex Castle. From his first machine, to the most diabolical vehicle he had to date, all of them had failed. And yet he couldn't understand it. Why? How? They were brilliant, all of them. Why, he had made them himself, surely nothing should have gone wrong. They were flawless, and un-destructible and through experiment and testing he had achieved in bringing out the best of their potential. Until the very last second, the moment of truth. Just as his plans for global Armageddon would teeter over the very top of becoming a reality, miserable luck would bring that bumbling Crash Bandicoot hurtling from around the corner and in no time, smash through his latest invention with no sweat and probably even stay and watch the aftermath just to spite the Doctor.
Life just wasn't fair. Cortex scrunched his eyes up and shook his head at the blue print lying on top of all the others. It had been the blue print to his beloved 'Neon Ray', his latest and probably last most diabolical weapon. It was just like its predecessors. It was all planned out, sound, the most powerful of them all, and it was ready. And just like he eventually predicted, it had suffered the same fate. It just wasn't meant to be.
Then he would receive punishment from his lord and master: The Great Uka Uka. The great being he was the boss of all the baddies, the one who held the sceptre and bellowed the 'real' orders. Cortex would get 'blamed' even for his minions' mistakes and ordered to try harder. And he did, year after year. So it was no different when his latest machine went up in flames, as usual he would regretfully report his failure to his lord. Then he would move on to plan no. 184736. Only, there wasn't another plan. Cortex let out a low-spirited sigh and slumped against the back of his crooked armchair. He rubbed his forehead with his right hand whilst the other held what was his fifth mug of coffee, which he always drank to get him through the long nights. He took a sip, and made a grimace. That dopey assistant of his N.Gin made it too strong again. He placed the mug firmly back onto the table and then picked up a pencil, tapping its rubber end sharply against the kitchen desk. Nothing could possibly explain what was stirring through this perturbed man's head. He couldn't help it. And he hated it. He was supposed to be thinking of something new, more deathly, more destructive and original. Something nobody would expect. Now all he could think about was Crash's triumphant grin burning deeply into his brain, and of the wretched bandicoot's sister and friends who never faltered in assisting their hero every time whilst his own minions failed and fell around him.
He clenched both his fists. All was becoming too much, no way to stop the brain talking. In sheer desperation Cortex snapped the pencil, his only outlet for anger. If only Crash were here, he was sure he could strangle him with his bare hands. He could scream only he'd only wake up the rest of the castle, and right now he just couldn't be bothered with all the fuss. He just had to accept his failures and think ahead for the next time. But he just couldn't. There was nothing left, no ideas, not even a hint of imagination. And it was torture, sheer torment. After spending twelve hours without talking or shouting at someone, at least to let off some steam. It was almost becoming downright unbearable. Feeling helpless he let himself slump his head back and let out a long melancholy sigh.
After a little moment of silence, he looked sorrowfully out towards the window, into the night.]
Cortex: It's finally happened. I've finally lost my many ways into taking down those infernal rodents.
(And as he speaks, Tiny Tiger is nipping quietly into the room. It seems the doctor isn't the only person up tonight. Although the look on Tiny's face wasn't that of grief, instead, this ferocious, pea-brained, bandicoot- munching kitty that was once an intelligent young anthro tiger seemed quite happy to walk obliviously through Cortex's working space clothed tightly in his 'Percy Platypus' jimmy jams and puffy nightcap that kept him snug in the night like a baby. It wasn't until the Doctor let out a disgruntled 'ahem' at this intrusion, and alert Tiny who stopped in his tracks and began to look around anxiously.)
Tiny: Where funny gritty noise coming from?
(As he turns around he notices Cortex still leant back on his chair none too pleased, and with his arms folded.)
Tiny: (Unfazed by Cortex's stare) oh, hello master Cortex. Sorry. At first Tiny thought castle was settling. (After a pause) Ay, why not master in bed like other minions?
Cortex: Because, your master is thinking! Unlike some. Anyway why aren't you in your bed?
Tiny: Tiny thirsty!
(He ambles over to the fridge)
Cortex: Well hurry up, thanks to you I'm wasting precious time.
Tiny: (Sincerely) Tiny sorry.
Cortex: Well at least you get to rest don't you? Do you have any idea how I keep this castle running? Spending hours up all night working out my plans for world domination. (He sneers) And for that bandicoot's demise. Ooooh. That would be the greatest paycheck of all. Imagine, my greatest enemy dangling on the end of his pitiful rope. Begging for his life, squirming helplessly as I cut away his only life support.
Tiny: (peeks his head out holding a milk carton from the fridge) But master. Tiny not hear of new plan for months. What is new plan?
(The Doctor looks away ashamedly and sinks back into his chair. That question couldn't have been any more damning.)
Cortex: There is no new plan Tiny. That's why you haven't heard of anything. (He groans and rubs his temples) Oh what am I doing wrong?
Tiny: Is master Cortex not feeling well?
(He slams the fridge door shut with his foot and starts to pull the carton open, with great difficulty. Cortex just stares wistfully out of the window once again.)
Cortex: Just feeling a little set back, I can assure you. I could have created hundreds of things for Uka Uka by now. But how can I make time for it since I decreed war on that insipid rodent and his sister? Day and night, for four long years I've had to think of a way to prevent the Bandicoot from sidetracking me from my goal. To think, he was my second creation. I gave him strength, enhanced his natural skills, and promised him ultimate power and the chance to become my first major general in my war against the main land. And he turned it down. To become: The 'Hero'. He has no idea that if it wasn't for me, he would never have benefited for the being that he is today. Most of the creatures I handled were helpless, pathetic. No trace of intellect in their tiny skulls. I changed that with the aid of my glorious evolvo-ray. But I guess I should have known intelligence would eventually lead to freewill. Now it seems I'm stuck with the dumb ones, which is a pity because you were once a bright young creature Tiny. Before I got a hold of you, you had a healthy spirit, and above all you were headstrong. But the most important thing was that I didn't find it hard to persuade you at all. In fact you were quite willing to betray your fellow rebel friends at Nitrus Brio's base, and join my forces. How ironic then, that instead of boosting your intellect like the vortex with the steroids I gave you to increase your strength and knowledge, they in fact diminished almost every cell in your brain. You're just hired muscle now. Just like the rest of them.
Tiny: Yes! Tiny strong!
(He proceeds to pry open the milk carton with his teeth now.)
Cortex: Crash, and all those other ungrateful beasts have a lot to thank me for. If I had only found a way to take back free will from my creations I would surely be living a different life compared to this hell. (He turns himself back in towards his table, to his blueprints, his failure.) Now all I have to look forward to is that same sinking feeling I'll get when that walking disaster comes trouncing round the corner. With his sister, who must assume she's cleverer than me, and have the gall to suck every ounce of artificial intelligence stored into my Rays and machines, thus ruining all my hard work!
(He slams a fist hard on to the table, scattering some of the blue prints everywhere. Tiny upon hearing the thud jumps and immediately hides the carton behind his back.)
Tiny: Tiny is listening. Honest master. Tiny not paying too much attention in opening stupid milk box.
(Cortex lets out a faint sigh and covers his lowered eyes with his hand.)
Cortex: I fear I have finally gone stale. I'm out of gas.
Tiny: But Cortex, we run on electric.
Cortex: No Tiny, that's not what I mean.
Tiny: Ohhh, Cortex need Tiny to help fix broken down car?
Cortex: Ugh, No Tiny! I mean that I've been having a hard time, with everything. And I need. 'Something'. 'Anything'.
Tiny: Oh, ok.
(There is a small pause. He then spreads his arms out open, carton in one hand.)
Tiny: Does master Cortex need hug?
(Cortex immediately shoots up from the table in a torrent of rage.)
Cortex: No you imbecilic pussycat! Have you not been listening this whole time?? What I truly NEED is a more convincing, conniving plan to lure those decrepit furballs to their fate so I can carry on! To rid them of existence and from therefore spoiling anymore of my plans!! (To himself) There just has to be someway, surely a way in which I haven't tried before.
(He doesn't realise Tiny has resumed wrestling with the carton. He begins pacing behind his desk.)
Cortex: A way, a certain way in which, I can get around the problem. A backdoor if you will. And a plan, of taking as much information from the coots away instead of always, having it 'taken'. A plan, where even if the Bandicoots find out, cannot stop.
Tiny: Milk box won't open for Tiny.
(With a grunt, Tiny finally breaks the seal open in a his tremendous strength. In a whoosh all of the contents flail wildly over himself, the table, the blueprints, and on the Doctor himself who merely stops in his tracks, soaked all the way through (It was a big carton of milk!), and staring bleakly at the tiger as if, knowing his terrible luck that was going to happen.)
Cortex: Thank you Tiny. As usual your reputation precedes you. Not only am I out of ideas, de-graded by my boss, out of work, and my documents spoiled. I'm also going to smell like sour cream.
(The hulking tiger blushes, saturated in milk, and as guilty as heck.)
Tiny: Oopsies. Tiny don't know own strength.
Cortex: Oh that's ok, because you don't know anything. (Rises from the table still soaking) And neither does your minion friends. Like I mentioned before, I have to keep hold of all the dim-witted fools. But the smarter ones? Oh no, they have to get away from me, every time! (He grips his saturated cloak firmly with controlled rage) That Crash Bandicoot, his goody-goody friends, and his know-it-all sister! Oh how I hate what she did to my beloved machines.
Tiny: Dr Cortex need to rest.
Cortex: (sharply) I don't need to rest and I don't want any more suggestions from you! What I need to do is to find out some way of getting all that I lost, back! I want revenge! I want to get my own back on them. I need to think! Even if it means thinking like a Bandicoot!
Tiny: You want to think like a ban-di-coot? Like the she-ban-di-coot?
Cortex: (looks up) Yes, if I can think like the enemy I could spot their- (A pause) To think like the 'she' bandicoot? Coco Bandicoot?
Tiny: I dunno. (Chuckles like a moron) I forgot what I just said.
Cortex: You said Coco Bandicoot, the brains of Crash's do-goody team!
Tiny: Ooh, Coco very brainy!
(Cortex narrows his eyes. He begins to ponder back and forth once again.)
Cortex: Well of course she is! Like I stated before she's the brainiest of the duo. What with all those gadgets she uses to invade my database whilst her brother distracts me with his muscle-bound antics. The little jerk.
(He sits back down deep in thought. Tiny, being the cat that he is rolls up his sleeves and licks off some milk still seeping into the fur on his arms.)
Tiny: Mmmm, milk good.
Cortex: That pink thing I've always seen her with. That laptop. She carries that around with her everywhere. Surely that's where she gets all her information, her knowledge. That's how she and her brother are always one step ahead of me.
(Tiny lets out a belch, clearly not listening. He blushes like an infant and holds his mouth.)
Tiny: 'Scusies.
Cortex: A laptop could contain anything. From bios, graphs, charts, strategies, diaries to personal information. Imagine if I got a hold of hers. I bet I would get everything I need to know about those two. (Chuckles to himself) Think like Coco Bandicoot. If I was probably her I'd- (Stands up) That's it! (He begins to walk around in a hurry, picking up his cluttered papers from everywhere) Tiny! Stop bathing yourself and get up off your behind.
Tiny: Does Tiny have to get up? Tiny starting to stink of cheese.
Cortex: Yes, well listen up. I believe I may have just found the perfect way into snaring those Bandicoots for the final time.
Tiny: Tiny listening.
Cortex: I want you and Komodo Joe to meet me at my quarters straight away at the stroke of dawn. The earlier the better
Tiny: But master, it nearly dawn already.
Cortex: Well then thank the stars I found a plan at last. Plus I don't have to wait too long.
Tiny: Ah huh. Wait for what?
Cortex: Tomorrow morning, I want you and Komodo Joe to pay a certain young girl a little visit.
Tiny: Huh? What Tiny do then master Cortex?
Cortex: (grins evilly) Do what you do best by your own manners of persuasion to bring her here. They'll be a lot of fuss surely, but don't stop for anyone or anything.
Tiny: (thinking this through slowly) Yah.
Cortex: Her brother will obviously come to her rescue. Only he won't be able to do anything. (Chuckles with relish) Just imagine, all her knowledge being used as a weapon against him. I'll get all my lost data back! And considering she can't be there to help him this time, I bet he'd feel... rather lost without her.
(He cackles loudly, unable to hold in the excitement.)
Tiny: Uh, Tiny still thinking of what you said last.
Cortex: You'll hear of the rest when you see me in the morning. Now if you'll excuse me (he picks up all the papers and makes his way to the door) I must go and think of this very carefully. I can't afford any more flaws, not like last time. (Smiles) Good night Tiny, I'm sure you were a real 'gem' to talk to.
(Still scoffing quietly to himself, he opens the door to exit, which creaks alerting Tiny of his departure.)
Tiny: Oh, is master going out to get some milk too? Tiny need it for breakfast cereal tomorrow morning. (The door slams shut).Uh, nevermind.